#1889 (#157)

a nook-shotten pub

in an old village with friends

but in my mind's eye

#1888 (#156)

too late for this shit

couldn't start a hype cycle

haven't got the balls

#1887 (#155)

a weed among wheat

hid between stalks, zizany

fools no one - like me

#1886 (#154)

not so much mud stuck

as feet-dragging cloggishness

when my brain attempts

#1885 (#153)

movement forward, back, 

left, right, wrong way to go righ

meandriform life

#1884

spring snow comes then goes

a thought that never took flight

a quickly blown light

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Written for the April Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, spring snow.

#1883 (#152)

petitive journeys

to find what i most desire

then: repetition